Seen enough
[…]
Had enough
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Enough
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— Arthur Rimbaud, Departure. Selected Poems & Letters
Notes:
- Photo: OctaveMoreau (via Mennyfox55). Poem Source:whyallcaps
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I can't sleep…
Seen enough
[…]
Had enough
[…]
Enough
[…]
— Arthur Rimbaud, Departure. Selected Poems & Letters
Notes:
This morning the redbirds’ eggs
have hatched and already the chicks
are chirping for food.
They don’t know where it’s coming from,
they just keep shouting, “More! More!”
As to anything else, they haven’t
had a single thought. Their eyes
haven’t yet opened, they know nothing
about the sky that’s waiting. Or
the thousands, the millions of trees.
The don’t even know they have wings.
And just like that, like a simple
neighborhood event, a miracle is
taking place.
~ Mary Oliver, This Morning. Felicity: Poems
Photo: Mr. Greenjeans
The hotel lobby. (~2006)
High cathedral ceilings. Dark wood grain walls. Turkish Rugs that run and run.
There’s a whiff of lemon in the air, the wood floors scrubbed by the overnight crew.
The Bellman, adorned with a red cap, offers a “God Morning” in broken English, and quickly drops his head back to his book.
A step back in time.
There’s no mistaking Warsaw (Poland, not Indiana) for the youth and flamboyance of Barcelona or the hushed old money wealth of Geneva or the modern efficiency and hum of Tokyo.
Warsaw is the Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler. Long past his prime and wearing deep scars of bone jarring defeat. Tired, hurt and a heaviness that lingers.
It was a slow run 9 years ago.
An early Sunday morning in autumn.
A single 40-minute run cutting deep furrows which are turned over and over again. Continue reading “Running. In Warsaw.”
In the back of my awareness,
I also know this:
The day will come when
I shall have to recall the luxuriant splendor of long, solitary walks,
rather than take them.
~ Katrina Kenison, Present. Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment
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